Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Heliodore was at a loss. His brother was missing, and so was their handler. But he was ordered to stand down.
Forbidden to search for them, since technically, he was on assignment. Heliodore was officially grounded. He held his head, closing his eyes.
Fuck.
He’d been making out with Daeja while who knew what was happening to them. Even knowing they were missing did not stop his dick from hardening at the thought of kissing Daeja.
I am so fucked.
Sadly, not literally. Still, he should not be thinking about sex with two of his family members gone without a trace.
Jasper and Larimar were out searching for clues. His oldest brother finally agreed after Carolina threatened to brain him if he hounded her another minute.
Ever since Daeja had pulled off that little song thing with the expectant mother, his sister-in-law had been humming all day and night. That news was according to his father, who was thrilled he would be getting two grandchildren from his eldest son and first daughter-in-law.
Pride had filled Heliodore when Arthur Wessex had asked him to thank Daeja once more, but he couldn’t figure out why. He’d had nothing to do with her medical knowledge, or the fact she’d claimed to understand the younglings’ needs.
Was she real? Was this all some hoax? Was she some kind of con artist?
He had no fucking clue. And it didn’t matter. Because even if she were all those things, she was still his.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
He didn’t have to know anything else. Dor was stuck in a one-bedroom apartment with a tiny, voluptuous, pink-haired siren. Not just any siren, but his mate.
The female was the most maddening combination of innocent and sexy he had ever seen. Fact was, she was driving his Wyvern bananas.
He’d never seen a woman so excited about mundane things. As if even the small New Jersey suburb they had driven to was thrilling. The second they got in his car, she’d been pointing and exclaiming over the buildings and people, like she’d never seen anything like them before.
In fact, he almost believed her, but it was all too fantastic. How could she be so naïve? Yet, he found it endearing, and hard as hell on his control.
Especially when she’d crawled all over the couch in the safe house, exclaiming at the shape and softness.
Fucking hell, he could only imagine what she would say when she saw the bed. Not that he would be showing it to her.
Uh uh. No way.
She was a job. That was all. There would be no beds.
Yesssss, there will be, hissed his Wyvern.
How emasculating!
He sighed heavily over the still detectable aroma of the greasy fare he’d grabbed for them before heading to the safe house. Of course, the memory had him running a hand over his face after she’d panicked when she’d experienced a little gas.
Shit.
That was totally his bad. He should’ve bought her something better than this, but she’d seemed very excited over the prospect of French fries.
Her reaction to the burp that had escaped her bow of a mouth was both shocking and hilarious. Of course, he was upset that her stomach hurt as a result of the food he’d bought, but she was so adorable.
After he’d given her an antacid and calmed her down, she was practically glowing with happiness. As a Wyvern Shifter, he could pretty much sniff out when someone was bullshitting him, but the woman was sincere in her angst.
Imagine that! Never burping?
Odd. But heck, everything about the female was a bit strange. Heliodore tried to ignore his red-blooded reaction to her, but it was useless. He’d been thinking about nothing but sex ever since he’d laid eyes on her.
She was positively gorgeous. Beautiful in a way that had nothing and everything to do with the creature dwelling within her, and mostly everything to do with the person she was.
Everything about her enticed him. Her shiny pink locks looked like spun silk, and that crazy, silver catsuit made him wonder just what he’d have to do to peel it off her supple curves.
And yes, she had those in abundance. Round breasts that seemed to defy gravity, a trim waist, and wide hips, not to mention a perfect apple-shaped ass he was dying to nibble.
No! No nibbling. No kissing. No fucking. And no, absolutely no thinking about peeling off that nutty outfit and unwrapping her like a birthday present!
When was his birthday, anyway? He could definitely try asking for an early one—fuck. No! She was his assignment. Just a job.
She is our mate.
Hell, for all he knew, Jennifer and Zircon were on their way to him right now to take Daeja away.
Grrrr.
Fuck. he was in trouble. Even the thought had his Wyvern enraged.
“Tell me what you are thinking?” she asked, her voice small in the big room.
“I was thinking how is it possible the government did not know there was a Clan of Wyverns, uh, Drakeins, out there somewhere?”
“They could not have known,” she whispered, pink eyes luminous in the dimly lit room.
Fuck. She drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He’d never felt such a helpless attraction. He wanted her. His body was ready, more than ready if the constant boner he’d been rocking since seeing her was anything to go by.
“You said something in the clinic, Daeja. About stasis pods?”
“I do not think we should talk of such things⁠—”
“Please,” he whispered, desperate for truth. “I have been pushing the limits of my physical and metaphysical abilities since I was a kid.”
“I am sorry. They must have put you through a lot, this government,” she whispered, her voice adapting that same foreign lilt he found so mesmerizing.
“My adoptive parents spurned the DPCA’s myriad of tests for me and my brothers. They took us in, raised us as theirs, and helped us grow into the men we are.”
“Then I am grateful for them. You are truly a male of worth, revolko.”
“Dad created the Wessex Protection Unit, but we know the W really stands for Wyvern,” he said and felt a grin split his face. “It was like we had all this energy, and we needed an outlet, protecting people just fit.”
“That is because of your heritage.”
“How do you know about our heritage, Daeja? Tell me.”
Heliodore watched her as memories raced through his brain. Everything he and his brothers, and even his parents, had been through. Years of not knowing what to expect had come down to batteries of blood tests and exams. Clinical studies that had been performed on each Wessex brother for decades.
He’d always assumed it was because they were a rare breed of Shifter. Dragons he’d heard of and even met one or two. Those big fuckers were not nearly as agile and impressive as his own beast, in his not-so-humble opinion.
The mood had shifted between them. Heliodore stood up and paced the small space as Daeja watched him, lower lip caught between her teeth.
Fuck. She was so beautiful.